Haunted berth

Written by: Mark Norton

Haunted berth

                Tonight I dream a hundred dreams
                With this in my memory kept,
                Beneath a lock that’s chained to an iron frame
                To conceal the lost remains

                Yet this dark, cold night seems blameless
                When the moon is lit with gray,
                And I lay warm in my haunted berth
                A long, long way from home

                For in all our evenings stolid calm
                I hope for my passage home,
                Here far beyond this placed storm
                In the shadow of an evening gone

                                        By m.n.  
marklnorton@shaw.ca